No new carnage

I think Scobie must be on to us, because he hasn't left anything on the doorstep for the last couple of days, even though he's been out all night.

He was quite cranky with me on Wednesday night. While sitting on my lap he growled and swiped at my hand for no reason. He got kicked outside, which I guess isn't much of a punishment. However, he was quite friendly this morning after being out all night in the rain.

Crankiness aside, I believe that this is a temporary respite, the proverbial calm before the storm.

There will be more carnage. . .

Introduction

I guess I should take a moment to explain the nature of this blog. My cat Scobie is a suspected Satanist. Or else a demon. But there is something greatly amiss in my once loving kitten. It all started when I moved to the suburbs and my mild mannered cat became a monster, sleeping all day, and hunting innocent woodland creatures at night.

At first we laughed it off. After all, a dead mouse on the door step was no big deal. But then he started skinning the mice, and scattering their organs accross the front mat.

We both realized that something darker was afoot.

My husband and I, using the best in modern technology, will attempt to document Scobie's descent into the the dark side.

We both know that we may not survive this ordeal, but we are driven by forces beyond our control, forces greater than ourselves and our own petty lives.

And so, Cat Carnage was born. . .

Dismembered bunny

We neglected to take a photograph of this morning's carnage, but our fierce kittums left a bloody present on the front mat in the form of a bunny head, rib cage, and legs, left in the vague shape of a pentagram. Our suspicions are close to being confirmed: Scobie is a satanist. He and other neighborhood kitties gather together, chant, and ritually dismember small animals.

And poop in the cranky neighbor's sandbox.